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“Waiting outside.”
“You left him in the hallway?” She said, disbelief on her face. “Aysha,” she reprimanded gently. “He is family.” She said the word with reverence – odd, given that she hadn’t known enough of family to intrinsically rely on it so deeply.
“Yes, your highness,” Aysha said with a sigh of disagreement. “I’ll let him in.”
“Don’t bother,” Chloe softened her rejoinder with a smile. “I’ll go.”
“Your highness!” Ayshas’ exasperation was evident. “It’s not appropriate --,”
Chloe laughed. “I want to go for a walk, Aysha. I was just going to finish my chapter and then go out, anyway.”
“As you wish.”
Chloe knew Aysha well enough to know that her servant was showing utter frustration, and even though she didn’t agree with her, she appreciated her servant’s concern.
Spontaneously, Chloe leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Aysha’s cheek. “You take good care of me.”
Aysha’s eyes sparkled. “Will you return for dinner?”
Chloe’s heart turned over. Raffa. He rarely joined her for dinner, but each night she wondered if he would appear earlier, to sit opposite her and talk with her, to smile at her, to eat with her before they went to bed.
“Yes.” Heat simmered in her blood. “I won’t be long.”
When she stepped into the wide hallway, with its golden wallpaper and huge arrangements of native flowers, she found Amit leaning against a wall. Twelve was a funny age. Not yet an adult, but no longer a child, there was an awkward in-between-ness about the boy that pulled at the fibers of her heart.
“Good afternoon,” she said, smiling encouragingly.
Amit’s lips flicked with a smile o
f his own. “I have something for you.”
“You do?”
“It’s in the library.”
“Well, then, let’s go to the library.”
“You grew up in America,” Amit asked after they’d turned the corner.
Chloe nodded. “In Seattle.”
“With the space needle?”
She caught Raffa’s eye and smiled. “Yes.”
“Do you miss it.”
She thought about that for a moment. Her childhood had been miserable. Lonely. Bleak. The weather always rained. And yet, there was a tenderness in her heart, but she didn’t think it had anything to do with Seattle. She had told herself she would stay cold, remain unaffected by her husband, and yet she felt the pull of his appeal more strongly than ever before, and not just the way his body made hers sing. The pain in her heart had nothing to do with Seattle, she knew, and everything to do with the loveless marriage she found herself in.
“Not really. I miss certain things,” she said after a moment. “But that’s what happens when you move, especially overseas.”
“I’ve always lived here, in the palace.”
“I would imagine so,” she said with a nod.
They came to a set of marble stairs, bound on one side by a wide balustrade, white and gold, and on the other by huge portraits of the royal family. Chloe had seen many portraits, in the gallery every family member from the middle ages was featured. But these were different, because they were photographs. Still formal in nature, but somehow more illicit, as though she’d peeled back the corner of a private moment and seen something special and intimate.
As they passed a full-size picture of Raffa with his father, Chloe was struck anew by the likeness Amit bore to his predecessors. She doubted Raffa had ever been awkward, not for a day in his life, but their eyes, their physiques – there was a clear family resemblance that had her pressing a hand to her flat stomach.
